Judge Eric Hears A Case: Jurisprudence get Two In The Testes

Judicial Razor Strop

Duff's face went ashen, his hands suddenly lost the capacity to hold on to things; A sheaf of case files cascaded to the floor as he just … stood there, goggle eyed and staring.

“  Hope those are next weeks cases 'cause it will take you until then to reassemble them all...”

“Your honor, you're not,  I mean Sir, it's just, I've never even heard you … why would you...?”

“Get my nuts cut off? Be Castrated, go from a stallion to a gelding? I don't know, maybe because I just want to, maybe for the same reason people climb mountains, because they're there, maybe why Columbus sailed off to see what was on the other side...”

“No...you, you can't what will people think, what will they say...”

“Nothing if they don't know and I'm not going to tell them so that just leaves you.” I finished putting on my robe and turned to him. “ Come here and give me a hug. Daddy loves you...and I'll still have a cock for you to suck, wouldn't deprive my boy of that now, would I?” There was a discreet tap on my chamber door indicating they were ready to begin. Either that or Poe's Raven was there.

“Be right out...okay Duff now try and remember that, even though stunned, you're my law clerk again so forget what you've just heard and...leave those files-just be sure you can get them back together.”

I opened the door to the court room, Duff sort of stumbled unobtrusively by me to take his place, I signaled the Bailiff and we were on our way.

“All rise, this court is now in Session, the Honorable Eric Holgerson presiding.”

I like this part of court, some days it's the only part  you do like when you've seen the cases and they're a parade of shit that could be dispensed with sensible people meeting to figure it all out in a parking lot or the deli-if people could be fair minded and sensible but they aren't so they come here. I climbed the two steps to my quite comfortable chair behind the bench, smiled at the chamber and said, “Be seated” There was a rustling as everyone sat down and I fluffed out my robe under my desk. Some jurists wear what amounts to a top that barely covers them to their waist but looks complete-until they stand up-but I'm old fashioned, I wear a full length gabardine and silk robe that almost trails on the floor and covers the fact that, usually, I'm wearing boxers or shorts with a liner or, sometimes, nothing, go commando, freeballin'. I'd gone for the lined shorts today due to the nature of the case. Actually I'd traded Bill McKillop for this one, he was appalled by it, was glad to have any other matter and so we swapped. Hope he likes days and days of math and physics 'cause that's what he's going to get. I, on the other hand, had drawn to an inside Royal Flush and made it. I could already see the reporters in the back of a packed courtroom. While not a sensational action in the sense of famous people the matter  was  a bombshell and, at the outset, it was my responsibility to try and defuse it.

“Normally, ladies and gentleman, I refrain from giving instructions or making comments from the bench in advance of the case but in this instance I feel it is incumbent on me to remind the visitors to this courtroom that they are here as observers and guests and whatever the circumstances of the case their silence is requested. Now, if we have that settled, lets get started.”

The Bailiff was cued and did his opening exhortation about remaining in their seats, no gum chewing ( I instituted that one out of a personal dislike for looking out and seeing what might be a herd of cows chewing their cud.), no use of electronic instruments, turn off your phones-anyone taking or making a call will be escorted from the courtroom. That has pissed off a surprising number of people who, apparently, feel a court of law is just another large, open space therefore fair game for cell phones.

“For the record, this is case number B-653-6, Carroway versus Carroway a domestic matter. Are all the litigants present and represented by counsel? Fine, then for the sake of brevity perhaps, with counsels permission, I might outline the case and then we can proceed with testimony. Counselors?”

Of course they agreed. Back in their offices it must have seemed a snap to say they'd stand up in court and talk about all this crap but now that it was that day and they'd have to stand up, my delivering the shock waves first eased everything.

“Good. This is a matter in which Mrs. Jeanine Carroway is seeking the assistance of the court in issuing an injunction as well as a restraining order  forbidding one Mr. Robert Carroway, her husband, from having a surgery called a simple bilateral orchiectomy, the removal of his testicles.” There was almost instantaneous tittering in the room which I chose to overlook. For now. “ Mrs. Carroway says that she married Mr. Carroway as a wholly complete male with all his reproductive organs intact and she wishes them to remain as such.” I paused and another hum of tentative amusement ran through the room. “She further says, according to her statements, filed with the court, that he should be restrained from his proposed course of action as it would deprive her of certain wifely privileges...” more subdued laughter...”...and the sexual satisfaction she has come to depend upon and is accustomed to. Counsel, does that accurately portray your client's case?” Not willing to  say anything, he nodded like a bobble headed hula girl in the back of a truck window. There was outright laughter and Mrs. Carroway was starting to blush from the clavicle up. The court reporter asked if he could put in an affirmative in lieu of counsel's lack  of response. I agreed to that not bothering with counsel who was already gulping and showing signs of discomfort.

“Fine. Now, the defendant, Mr. Carroway, takes the opinion that as the testicles are attached to him...”definite laughter, I lightly pound my gavel...”that they are his property and are not covered by any restrictive covenant as to their presence or absence. Further he states that at no time was there any writing or contract, covenant of any sort, ever entered into whether by actual or implied compact by any parties as to possession of his sexual organs and, as that is the case, therefore the choice to be castrated is his alone as these are his testicles.” That time it too two raps to silence the crowd and it was going to be downhill from there. “Counselor, have I adequately represented your client's case?”

“Yes, your honor, but Mr. Carroway is desirous to amend his answer by adding that he wishes to includes all his sexual organs, not just his testicles as his property to have and dispose of as he pleases. In short...” We were going to face these regrettable turns of phrases and it took three raps to get thing settled, at least as far as they were going to settle. I shot a hostile look at defendant's counsel, he'd sprung this one on me and, I fully knew, as I recognized some faces in the back, he'd alerted the media to be sure they got the whole story. I would have bet there was a satellite uplink truck out front and, whenever there was even the suggestion of a pause, a reporter would dash out and file a report to be used on the noon news. And I had an answer that I'd previously prepared; The security officers who were working this courtroom were under strict orders to not let anyone return to the courtroom if they exited when court was in session. It may be that this ruling wasn't made clear to all the departing but...they'd soon find it out. Defense began again..

“...in short your honor Mr. Carroway feels that should his wife, the complainant, succeed in her grab”..more laughter...:”for a portion of his genitalia then she would take this as precedence and demand his penis as they are connected.” After five sturdy raps there was a semblance of order. I had the bailiffs go stand directly in front of the audience as a reminder...although why and what the purpose might be that they theoretically served were lost on me and I had ordered it.

“ Has counsel prepared the request for amended response? If so, please hand it to my Bailiff.” Momentarily I was handed a document requesting an amendment which I pretended to read. “Has the counsel for Mrs. Carroway received this request?”

“No, your honor and I'd like to request a brief recess while I look this over and discuss it with my client, we feel a little ambushed by this sudden action.”

“Very well, fifteen minute recess”. We did the all rise thing and I went back to my chambers with Duff who wasn't more composed than he had been ten minutes earlier. My strategy was to play stop and go with this mess as often as possible to, hopefully, chop the sillier testimony and the parts with potential ‘laugh lines’ into sections that broke the concentration and hopefully the laugh track that was building in the court room.

“That was sudden, are you going to recess to consider his request?”

“I have to but, it's going nowhere and whatever I rule will encompass that as his dickhead attorney knows... This soon and he's playing the media attention card.” Duff looked so at sea by all this I decided to distract him from the courtroom activities. “Want to suck my dick? I can feel pre cum. Get it while I'm still making it.” He's a good boy as well as a  superlative and fast cock sucker. By the time the Bailiff knocked to suggest fifteen minutes-more or less-had passed, I was empty, smiling and even Duff seemed to be licking his chops.

We reversed the order of a few minutes ago and processed back into court. In theory I'd read the request, counsel for Mrs. Carroway had given it a couple of seconds before he had to deal with her and that he had  showed on her face. There was a certain congested, reddish hue that suggested she and her counsel  were perhaps not entirely in agreement  on something. I figured I was going to find out. Just to prevent leakage I'd grabbed my leather jock and slipped it on-what the hell, if there was ever a day to wear protective underwear in court, this was it. Although cum on leather can do it good, finding cum on a  leather judge's bench can lead to rumors and so a bit of jurisprudence was practiced.

“Has your honor reached a decision as to my client's amended answer? Regarding the separation of testicles and his penis as separate but equal entities and each entitled to due process and consideration?” The shit had been rehearsing that speech  probably ever since he convinced his client that he needed to protect his cock as he would any other vital organ. I smiled in what was supposed to seem benevolence and waited, no point in banging my gavel (the late night guys should get this response with their monologues...), until the laughter subsided. In some cases nothing beats a good offense like good defense and I had one. This attorney was about to have his shit filled hat handed to him.

I looked at the names of the participants. “Mr. Slidell, on the face of it you want a very simple matter and that's allowance by the court for your client to retain as part and parcel certain of his sexual organs. Correct?” I used the pause for laughter...I think he may have said “yes” I went ahead assuming he had. “Okay, then to grant that motion I would first have to have expert testimony that might persuade the court that the genitalia of your client are indeed separate but equal entities and deserve full protection under the law....” Two bailiffs were close to cracking...”and that's reasonable however, failing any witness that will testify to that effect then...I must either ask counsel to prove his point by demonstration or delay until such time as you can assemble credible expert witnesses to give testimony to support your arguments. And, of course, I would have to give Mrs. Carroway equal opportunity to prove that these mentioned items can be bifurcated and successfully prove that they are separate and cannot be taken as part of the whole.” Okay, that last word was a slip and the court erupted...I wondered idly if this was going to end up on YouTube?

“Your honor, that's absurd do you mean that you would force my client to, to expose himself in open court?”

“Certainly not, if you'd prefer we could hold an evidentiary hearing in my chambers or in a medical facility where Mr. Carroway could reveal what I believe we now need to call his 'tangible assets’ ”.

Even Duff, the bailiffs and the court  reporter were overwhelmed with laughter. I put on my tortoise shell horn rims-I don't need them but fiddling with them buys time and, besides, I look more judicial when wearing them. “And there's another problem that I'd like to propose to both counsels and that's in how all this is phrased. Mrs. Carroway simply asks that Mr. Carroway not be allowed to remove his testicles for reasons she has outlined”.,..paused and got some good gavel pounding time...”but she makes no mention of wanting anything else. It was Shakespeare in 'The Merchant of Venice' who pointed out that while the there was a debt owed and it was to be paid with a pound of flesh, no mention was made of blood, hair or other tissues. I believe you're asking me to assert that testicular material is sui generis and is uninvolved with any other tissue or internal matter. Also, while she refers in her briefs”...Okay, I saw that one coming and led them into it. While the court room pondered Mrs. Carroway and what may or may not have been in her briefs I reached down and, as I was brief-less, gave my boys a tug and an unheard promise that their day for release was coming. Just as good form I tapped my gavel, what the hell.

“All set, then if I might continue... Mrs. Carroway uses the word 'castration' in several places but does not specify the means she wishes to restrict or the modality. The court can not just willy nilly”...they were too easy, I wanted this audience to leave their names and contacts for another moment when I needed a 'good' audience. ...”agree with her and yet given the considerable leeway which  that verb implies to go unspecified. For example, does she mean that she would be amenable to a surgical excision but also one done in private with a steak knife, would not be acceptable? As with farm animals, could a Vet be acceptable to her but a Urological Surgeon not be? And, without agreeing whether I could or would allow this, I would have to grant Mr. Carroway time to file his proposed methods of excision or, castration if you will, with the court to see if that fell within the parameters of whatever decisions I might have made. I trust both counselors will see the problem.”

Whether counsel saw it or not the roar from the audience made me wonder if I should consider public office. Clearly they were with me and both Mr. and Mrs. Carroway, and their attorneys, could go some place quiet, perhaps my chambers, and fuck themselves.  Most jurists keep a handy automatic video taping machine for those moments that may become part of a legal issue or to prove the judge did nothing to provoke the attack. And, for that, I have some interesting footage of a ranking Assistant D.A jerking off in my waste paper basket. Really good stuff there if edited and spliced. A man could retire on the profits from the sales. But, equally, it was obvious to all that this was the dispensing of Justice made real. By now they didn't really much care how I ruled but they were hoping that I'd put Mr. Carroway, and his nuts, on the stand and then have Mrs. Carroway approach the witness and with some device indicate just precisely what she had in mind.

In a sense, I was interested in her motives, not to mention his, but that went beyond the scope of where we were going to go today if, indeed, we were even going to go much further. Too, I was interested in what caused her hysteria was over a pair  of balls? In a perverted sort of way I wanted to see those ovoids of delight and speculation; Were they the size of hedge apples? Did they hang to his knees? What could have brought this silly woman to file this sort of action? If he'd had testicular cancer, she probably would have insisted they be removed. Over the chaos in the court  I yelled, “May I please see both counsel in chambers, Now.”     No way in hell was this going to be a side bar.

A trick of court makes it possible for the judge to get into his chambers and get seated-if not settled-before the gaggle of attorneys, bailiffs (you could never be too sure about the ability of a truly gingered up legal counsel  to become destabilized) Duff, and the court reporter piled in. (For those who wondered why chambers are usually so large, only looking at the herd in mine just now, not to mention the furniture and the case files on the floor, which were being nicely stirred, and you would realize why so much space was allocated.) I was hit with an off tempo and un-synchronized chorus of “your honors” none of which I intended to answer. I had three words that would change the tenor of the commotion and they were, “...off the record...”. What I would probably say, what they would probably say wouldn't look good in the light of public reading so I decided it would never be available to be read. Reviewed on tape instead of a late night monologue but not read by any interested person armed with the Freedom of Information Act.

Patience may be a virtue but it can also be a bore. One of the best ways to deal with those who really have no points but think they do is to let them roll out the verbiage without the necessity of really listening to what they had to say; The only person listening to them was themselves and even they probably didn't think they were very interesting.

“Would you care to have Mr. Carroway brought in for show and tell time and, for that, Mrs. Carroway as well? She's responsible for this, she should be here.” This was an unexpected and unwelcome wrinkle. What I'd said in court about his disrobing hadn't been taken seriously but now it was. Counsels looked at each other trying to determine who would blink first and since I had no interest in their trying to one up each other, I asked a bailiff to bring in both Mr. and Mrs. Carroway but to do so carefully and to make sure they were kept apart. Jess, the largest, best muscled, heaviest and quickest of the group gave me the thumbs up and we had a pause while everyone, except me, tried to figure out what would happen next.

It took a bit longer than I'd expected; One or the other of the battling Carroways had left the court and, to their discomfort, had been tracked down by the media. It took Jess and couple of cops to bulldoze through the gaggle and grab the errant Carroway-Mr, I believe-and get him to my chambers. In the interval I took the opportunity to do nothing but stare at the opposing counselors, an act that seemed to distress them. Mr. Carroway was produced and what was increasingly an ersatz Kangaroo Court was commenced. I started with Mrs. Carroway as she'd started the mess with her filing.

Not unattractive, Mrs. Carroway was going through the harrowing process of discovering that getting your day in court wasn't quite like getting your day in court on, say, “Judge Judy” or “The People's Court” which, under any circumstances, would never have taken this matter even though it would have produced skyrocketing rating. Mrs. C. now looked off kilter, confused and unhappy at the several turns of events. Doubtless her attorney had told her this would be a simple matter, just in and out and that would be “it”. That it was not “it” she was now finding to her discomfort.

“Madam, it isn't my intention to ask questions that are embarrassing or personally invasive. Unfortunately this matter goes far beyond a simple matter of return or retention of property. Whatever I may rule today, if I even rule, will doubtless be appealed and you'll be in several more courts, as will your husband for some little time to come. This is the tip of the judicial iceberg, the ponderous, heavy, weighty part is still to come if you choose to pursue this. Understand, I am not trying in any way to influence your decision just make you aware of certain facts. I guess the one question I'd like answered and it's almost the only question to be asked is..'Why'?. If it seems impertinent to ask then I need to remind you that it's going to be a question you'll be asked in court over and over. And, once you've answered it, your reasons are going to picked to death, laughed at, analyzed and will most certainly lead to very personal questions about your sexual preferences and habits..and here's Mr. Carroway....” And he was, too. Freshly extracted from the jaws of the media and hauled in by Jess and his buddies. I couldn't see whether his feet were on the floor but..who cared?  

“Just to review, I was explaining to Mrs. Carroway how she will be questioned ad nausea about her motives in filing this action but, in fact, the barrage of question she'll get are as nothing as to what you'll be ask. Do not believe that there is no question that cannot be asked. Given the nature of the case, about the only questions that will be asked are going to be sexual in nature and each of you may find yourselves on the witness stand forced to provide an answer to a question you never dreamed you'd ever be asked in  your whole mortal life. Example, Mrs. Carroway, how deep is your vagina? That is to say if a penis is inserted in it, how far can it expect to go? And that's just a typical question. As for you, sir, your mental faculties are going to be called heavily into question, questions such as your sexual preference and, whatever you say, you're going to be led in to the always fascinating world of fetishism. How long have you had this desire? How do you envision it being removed? By a doctor or in some sexual scene? Neither of you answer those questions now, today, but, and your counsel will tell you that I'm correct, those are the type of questions you're going to be asked.”

“But that's not why I have you all here right now. Mr. Carroway, the amendment you've asked for, as you may have learned, requires more discovery than this court is prepared to have done today. In a few moments we're all going back out there and from the bench I'm going to ask both of you questions, I may not even have you take the stand. Just for convenience. At the end of that I'm going to call a two hour lunch recess and, when we return, I'll give you my decisions? All clear on that and no questions from counsel, you'd be intruding  on jurisdictional prerogative as you'll understand. Okay, Duff, go find the Bailiff , get the peanut gallery settled and let us know when the procession can enter the court. Relax everyone, this is going to take some time. The media, in the absence of a sitting judge, is going to have made a beach head and getting them out will take a while and then the visitors to the court are going to get testy as to which seat they get when they're readmitted. That's usually good for a ten minute low key brawl and then, in about forty five minutes, we'll all go back in. Unless you'd like to go now which, frankly, I don't suggest.”

I let a double pause go by. “I believe we have coffee, soft drinks, water....sorry no snacks but for those who'd like any of the above, my court clerk will take orders. Duff? If you would please.” I fought the temptation to wander over to a place where one could see the goings on in the court but not be seen. Not that I wasn't curious, hell, along with everyone in the court room we were all curious and, conveniently, there were many things about which to be curious.

Spending an unknown period of time with persons none of whom are in agreement isn't precisely pleasant. Duff enlisted a deputy and, by asking people to lift their feet or move or whatever, began to gather up the files dumped earlier. I had little hope that there was any semblance of order but at least they were corralled in one place and could, eventually, be whipped into shape.....I thought about whipping Duff, he enjoyed that particularly when it was the overture to some of the things he liked even more but, I'd discovered, he was something of a slow starter and so warming him up was essential. As he bent over ruffling papers I thought as I often had, what a sweet ass he had. Just the right size for everything. And, bored as I was just then, I could think of lots of things. Better not to think if only because if I sprang a hard on, even with the jock, that would be the moment we'd be summoned back in and I'd have an uncomfortable period while everything, including my dong, died down.

Apparently the press had helped hurry the throng back into court and we had a remarkably short period of enforced togetherness. The Bailiffs escorted the Carroways, one at a time, with their counsel, got the court reporter out and then returned for Duff and me. It was the sort of moment that some sort of fanfare would have hyped the moment, possibly the entrance of the army and slaves from “Aida”-”Pomp and Circumstance” would have been too much. A quick chorus of allrisebeseated and we were back in session.

They were in for a huge disappointment but that's show biz, it cannot always be a hit. I took up some papers (the daily line at the track to be accurate), seemed to give them a steady look, folded my hands and raised my head to speak. The silence was palpable.

“The matter before the court today cannot and should not be resolved quickly or without considerably more information than is here available. It falls within my purview to order the Carroways into some form of counseling and, this is just a suggestion, I would encourage them to seek joint and separate counseling. We live in a time where matters such as this can and should be discussed openly but not frivolously as I believe this may become if we were to proceed today. While it may seem amusing in some lights, it effects two people deeply and the purpose of the court is not only to render justice but, where possible, to find a deeper meaning and hope that can be a goal. I am going to dismiss this with prejudice and set another hearing in six months. In advance of that, I'll accept statements from therapists, physicians, any professional who it is felt can assist the court in rendering a decision. If there are no further matters, Court's Adjourned.” And I beat a retreat so hasty the audience didn't even have a chance to “all rise”.

Back in chambers Duff looked downright puzzled. “I thought you were going to make a ruling, a judgment....”

“Duff, my child, on what? I can tell that foolish woman she can have her restraining order but what does that mean? Do you remember a case...uh, five, six years ago,  a DUI matter. That person had been before me at least six times and I think maybe eight or ten times before other judges. On a sliding scale of what we could do, he'd been fined, had his license revoke for a period of time, heavily fined, his license permanently revoked, given thirty days in jail, fined some more and given six months in jail and after a few more trips to my bench, I threw him in prison for five years. See the parallel? I can't stop him from drinking and driving any more than I can stop that fool Carroway from slicing and dicing his testicles...”

“But you said you wanted to be castrated, what's the difference?  I don't want my Sir to have his balls chopped off, I'd miss them....” and he begin to whimper.

“Duff, Duff, Duff, come here and we'll talk about this and why what I want and that man wants is different. For one thing, I don't know and neither do you  why he wants to do it. If I'd spent hours in questioning him myself today I'd never had got the answer. I'm not going to let anyone do something like that unless I'm sure as to the reason. Hell, he doesn't know why. I'll bet you the two of them had a rip snorter of a fight one night because he didn't feel up to fucking her. Words were said, more words were said and he finally said, 'Okay, they're my balls and I'll just have them cut off.” He's perfectly right, they're his and if he wishes to, he can find surgeons who will do it. But you can't convince me that this isn't a situation where having said he'd do something he could back down. And she hardly helped by, well, you saw where we were today. This isn't the way ordinary people act, they're both on a power trip to prove that one can and the other cannot. But today in my court room there was no decision possible.”

Not entirely convinced, he found another related topic of conversation. “You wouldn’t really cut yours off would you? Those big, balls that hang down and  make your cock look bigger...they should be preserved, other men should see them and be jealous but they can't be if they're not attached to you. I'd miss them.  I dream about licking them and about how you spout your cum...without your balls...”

“Without my balls and taking steroids all would be well, I just wouldn't have an appendage that I don't like. Duff this is a personal choice that has nothing to do with you, if you weren't around, I'd still consider being castrated.” And tried to look firm. Given Duff's almost groveling in fear it was hard to do.

Duff and I looked at this from two different perspectives. I wasn't kidding when I'd used the examples of climbing Everest or Columbus sailing off to see what would happen. Over the many years, I'd wondered what would happen if my nuts were gone. Many men do and I was one of them. It had never been an obsession, just an interesting, arousing thought that I'd jacked off thinking about many times. I'd built a guillotine for my nuts, another for my cock and one all purpose for both. And then given them to friends with a box of cigars as amusing cutters. They never knew or, if they did, I never heard about it. That was my do-it-yourself period. Gradually I realized that I wanted witnesses, wanted lights, camera, slicing, the good judge was down a pair.

My fantasy life, sometimes fueled by really stupid litigants, took off. Some times I was an unwilling patient in a hospital who had gone in for a simple gall bladder removal but some how the orders got mixed and was castrated instead. All very clinical, as I lay there, just drugged enough that communication was beyond me, I could feel the stick of the needle in my perineum and then watch the surgeon remove the scalpel from its sanitary wrap and then...sometimes it was out on the range with a bunch of cowboys who were steering bull calves. Made a stupid bet, which I lost and, with much laughter and yee hawing, I had my pants pulled down, put on all fours just like a calf and I was nutted; given the number of calves  we'd done, we had prairie oysters for dinner that night. Mine were carefully prepared for me. Tasty if a bit tough. Some times I was a rookie Marine with a sadistic drill Sargent who vowed to nut every man in his platoon in their sixteen weeks with him. He took a fancy to me, first had me tattooed with the Marine Eagle, Globe and Anchor and then cut off one nut. Good looking rascal, prototype of what you imagine, square jawed, perfect jar head. On our last night before graduation, with every other man now a eunuch, he took me to his off base apartment, tied me up, fucked me, made me suck him off, then took the other nut.

The fantasies were varied and unending but the end product was that I knew, somehow or other, I was going to be castrated. Porn wasn't as helpful as one might have thought. I was a better actor from the bench then they were garbling a few words and then, suddenly, they were buck naked and doing this or that to each other. My porn fantasy had me as the stud of studs, but knowing that each man I screwed made my cock grow longer and, at some point, it would be removed as well as my nuts. Usually I kept my cock but, once in a while, I was nullified.

I hated to break Duff's heart but he'd get over it the first time he was plowed by a man without his balls. However he was an integral part of what I increasingly had in mind. As with many who are too loyal to see the abyss and too trusting not to do what they know not to do, Duff was helping me set myself up for the big slice. Not wanting things sent to me, I had all my of fetish wear, sex toys, whips, masks, leathers, rubber things and clothes...the list was pretty long sent to him. And, thoughtful Sir that I was, I always got something for him as well. For a couple of weeks we were both in a chastity cage that had little stickers on the inside. As he had to move around in court more than I did, his discomfort was obvious. Matching butt plugs went to court one day as well as nipple clips. A look I liked so much I sent Duff to the local piercing parlor with instructions to not come back until a matching pair of barbells were proudly, if somewhat painfully, installed in his nipples. I was just on the verge of having his dick done when an interesting case came to court.

A Continuance is Granted